So hello readers of The Death Of Her(TDFH for short). I know that I said that this chapter would be out quicker but I got a chest infection and then had to catch up on revision for GSCE's. Not leaving much time to write. So now that the chapter is finally here, I'll let you read it. I'll see you at the bottom :)

Chapter 2

Eric POV

Day of the funeral

It had been nearly a week since the trip to the morgue and since then I have been feeling little trickles of the bond. When I first felt it, I jumped up and shouted with happiness. Probably was not the best thing to do when you're in a meeting with Felipe and Victor. I quickly realized what I was doing and just stood awkwardly staring at the other two vampires. Quickly I made up an excuse saying that Pam had told me across our maker and child bond that she had finally got to meet Megan Fox and that she now wouldn't be asking me to buy her for a short period of time. Where I got Megan Fox from, I have no idea. The looks I got after that lie, told me that they really didn't believe me but they weren't going to question me on it. Thankfully.

Once I told Pam about me thinking I felt the bond again, she literally laughed in my face and told me that it wasn't that nice to disrespect the dead. Breaking her favorite pair of pumps helped to shut her up. But that didn't last long because over the next few days she just kept reminding me how crazy I must be to think that Sookie could possibly still be alive.

I kept thinking that the bond was still there. Every now and then I would feel what could only be described as despair and longing. I only took them to be my emotions and never Sookie's.

I've been planning the funeral. Not an amazing task to be left with seeing as her idiotic brother has been getting so drunk lately that the shifter has banned him from Merlotte's. Bobby has been ordering the flowers and the catering for her wake; of course I chose them first. Just giving them a large amount of cash and telling them to give her all the luxuries for the funeral helped me to spend less time actually planning it. The service is to be at night so that I will be able to see it and say my final goodbye to her.

Her funeral was short but sweet. After all of the necessary things were said and done, I left the cemetery to clear my head and think. I didn't really want to go to the wake because I didn't want to be surrounded by low life humans coming up to you asking you how you feel. I only planned it because it was expected and I know that Sookie would want a wake at her funeral. She probably just didn't expect her funeral to be so sudden.

Sookie POV

After hearing Eric say that he loved me and trying to get up to say the exact same thing to him, I once again blackout. It was pissing me off to say the least.

I woke up to be able to see this time. Except I didn't know where I was; being that I was encased in darkness. So my vision coming back wasn't really any help at all. I could hear mumbling around me but my hearing couldn't detect what they were actually saying. Where ever I was it was pretty cold, my arms were covered in goose bumps and I could feel myself shaking due to the temperature.

I tried to move my arms and legs, but they seemed to have a mind of their own. A mind that really didn't want to work properly, that left my limbs all floppy and not moving. Suddenly there was tapping on top of whatever I was in.

"Shit." I screamed, but only my lips moved, no sound escaping them.

The tapping repeated again and I was extremely scared to say the least. I started to think of all the crazy ideas about what the tapping could be. My ideas went from freaky a ghost to mad werewolves. I really had no clue about what my possible attacker above me was. As my mind started to go against me thinking about really ridiculous things, I started to hyperventilate. I started to feel dizzy, an obvious sign that I should stop breathing as fast as I was and just calm down. But Sookie Stackhouse doesn't really understand the words "calm down" and I continued to panic. The dizziness got worse and after what felt like hours but was probably only seconds, I once again passed out.

Eric POV

After the funeral had ended I went to the local lake, a place she told me that she liked to visit a lot when she wanted to get away from the world and just have some peace and quiet. It's quite surprising thinking back on it now, that a werewolf didn't follow her down her and hurt her. Just the thought of someone harming Sookie made me growl. But then I remembered that Sookie was dead anyway, so know at least no-one could harm her. Unless there is such things as zombies.

Staring aimlessly and the dully coloured water I remembered the first time Sookie finally told me that she at least wanted to try and make things work with us.

We were arguing about why I didn't contact her for a few months whilst de Castro was in my area.

"I told you Sookie it was for you safety." I looked her straight in the eye. I could tell that she knew what I was saying was true but being the stubborn creature that she is, she wouldn't admit that she was wrong.

"But there had to be some way of at least letting me know that you were okay. In the end I wasn't even sure you wanted me anymore. I thought you might've gone back to being a man whore and fucking glamoured fangbangers. I didn't know. There had to be some way you could at least contacted me. Bobby Burnham, I hate the guy, but if he would've let me know that you were okay, just finishing off business I would have been fine, ecstatic even." Slowly fresh tears were coming into her eyes and gently falling down her cheeks.

I walked over and stood in front of her, using my thumb to brush away the glistening tears. I wanted to tell her that I would be with her every night from now on if she just let me. I wanted to tell her that I could love her, if she just let me in. I wanted to tell her that I was hers. I wanted to say all of these things, but my 1,000 year old brain wouldn't let me speak my thoughts.

Eventually Sookie looked me in the eye. It was like she was staring into my soul, seeing if there was any life left in me after these past 1,000 years. Like she was judging to see if I could make her life what it deserves to be. Slowly she reached up and pulled my head down to hers placing a small, light kiss on my lips.

"I'll be your, If you'll let me that is." She said giving me a small smile.

I was brought out of my memories by the smell of shifter nearby. I quickly stood up to search for the potential attacker. The animal the person had shifted into was a crow. Against the bare autumn trees it stood out like a sore thumb. I stood looking over to the crow, it's beady eyes just staring back into mine. After a few minutes of intimidation the crow shifted into the form of Sam Merlotte.

"Where is she Eric?" Sam asked standing in front of me not caring at all that he was naked. a typical shifter and vampire quality.

"You know where she is shifter, six feet under. You saw her buried for fuck's sake." The peace that I had finally got from thinking about my memories was slowly turning into anger from the shifter pointless questioning and harassment.

"But come on, this must all be part of an elaborate plan to turn Sookie into a vamp so that she can be your servant for the rest of eternity?" He questioned me, looking me dead into my eyes.

I had heard enough of the shifter and swung my fist at him. He must have predicted my action because he was changing into a bird and flew up and away into the night sky. Leaving me there with my anger and no-one to take it out on.

So this is my second chapter. Enjoy.
Please review and tell my what you enjoyed and what I could improve upon. Anyone want to guess what the next chapter is going to be about?
I would like to thank my wonderful BETA- erisjadeblack, who has helped my a lot with this chapter and probably will all the future ones.